Today is the birthday of my dearest bestie Pranav. And this sketch is dedicated to him. I remember 15 years back, we used to call him Scrappy-doo for his innate optimism and willing to jump into any situation without fear. The association was pretty strong back then and even though he is matured enough to think twice before jumping into things, he still has this fearlessness that I absolutely admire.
Random Musings of a Restless Soul
Winters in Delhi are a sight to behold, truly. So there I was, aimlessly wandering about Lutyen’s Delhi, taking in the scenery in the quiet calm that’s only possible at 6am. Otherwise this place is plagued with glaring honks and whirr of vehicles. The weather was cool, the air – crisp, overflowing with fresh delicate scent of dew.
The most remarkable thing I came across was the aged yet striking building in the midst. It was perhaps regal in the old era; today it’s crumbling away at the edges, still retaining a part of the grandeur in its solitary standing. It’s unoccupied except for nesting birds, a stray puppy running about after a squirrel, and a non-paying tenant – an old security guard – that was sleeping on his tattered mattress on the porch.
There must be a story behind this building. It’s not been converted into a shopping complex or office like others. May be it once belonged to a very important person in Delhi’s history, perhaps India’s future was decided in that large hall. May be this building is now haunted.
I yearned to ask the security guard the tale of this ostensibly eyesore of a dwelling that I find peculiarly fascinating. But it’s pretty early to awaken the guard for my unbridled curiosity.
I walked away with a resolve to come back. After all, this puzzle is as entrancing as any.
It took a few days to finish this one. Busy weekend with a surprise visit from papa kept me away from finishing it. Finally did the coloring today. I love this animated character for the sole reason that in his movie, his journey is about finding peace within himself.
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
― Haruki Murakami
Pacing with pride
Atop his fort’s bastion,
Walks on the war field
Playing to the calm,
To the death of soldiers.
The full moon on September 28, 2015, is the closest supermoon of the year (356,896 kilometers or 221,754 miles). What’s more, this September 28, 2015 full moon has staged a total lunar eclipse, concluding a series of Blood Moon eclipses that started with the total lunar eclipse of April 15, 2014.
Sadly this is one of the best images of what my DSLR allowed me to get.